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As an album it's a tough listen; a drunken, shambolic affair that was recorded with a pretty loose assembly of musicians in the wake of the deaths of two of Neil's close friends (one his guitarist, one his longtime roadie) from drug ODs. But this version of "World On A String" comes from his super-underrated "Unplugged" album (1993) and there's enough distance between the original 1973 recording sessions and a 90s world that appreciated "Uncle Neil" as a grunge forebear to appreciate it for what it is: "I have fame, I have dough, I have a ranch, it don't matter, my friends are gone." Pure heartfelt lament.
Apr 2, 2024

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